Love Boiled to Vague












Arms wide in the narrow reach
of love boiled to vague,
she chased illusion until
real got in the way.

Half of her daydreams
were bound in the sticky sweet
briar of “she can tie the knot
to save the fire”…

The other half stuck pins
in balloons trying to escape
a fool who followed a trail of hot air.

Naiveté didn’t survive wild roses. 

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Real Toads ~ Micro Poetry ~ Binding With Briars

Comments

Sanaa Rizvi said…
Oh I love this!❤️ Especially; "Half of her daydreams were bound in the sticky sweet briar of “she can tie the knot to save the fire”…❤️
October 21, 2017 at 4:58 PM
tonispencer said…
I like the first line that totally describes this: love boiled to vague. How sad is that? Lovely work.
October 21, 2017 at 5:02 PM
Isadora Gruye said…
Love that last line, Susie!!!!!
October 21, 2017 at 8:09 PM
brudberg said…
Oh I love this. Those balloons don't really work in the long run I think. Better use the thorns to deflate them
October 22, 2017 at 1:03 AM
Kim M. Russell said…
Fabulous lines, Susie, especially:
'...love boiled to vague';
'...daydreams
were bound in the sticky sweet
briar of “she can tie the knot
to save the fire”'
and
'Naiveté didn’t survive wild roses'.
October 22, 2017 at 1:37 AM
the walking man said…
What struck me was how so closely related your 2nd verse was to your last line and the 1st and 3rd verse mirrored the concern of "settling." Nicely done.
October 22, 2017 at 2:46 AM
Brendan said…
This sidewinds and jumps a precipice getting to those wild roses, blanching a heart best served broiled. So we o so slowly learn.
October 22, 2017 at 6:34 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
Yep! I'm with Izy on the power of the final line. In all a strong piece.
October 22, 2017 at 7:25 AM
Anonymous said…
from the title to the last line, this is a stupendously crafted poem
October 22, 2017 at 10:32 AM
Anonymous said…
Sensational. The juxtaposition of stuck and flight/freedom are superb.
October 22, 2017 at 3:03 PM
Angie said…
the fizzle never sounded so good as the way you've penned it here Susie. You make beautiful things
October 22, 2017 at 5:44 PM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
Deliciously startling poem, and the concluding line is a glorious culmination.
October 23, 2017 at 1:50 AM
Jazzbumpa said…
When illusion comes up against reality
Sooner or later
No matter how painful
Reality always wins.

namaste
JzB
October 23, 2017 at 1:42 PM
Margaret said…
"she chased illusion until
real got in the way."

Love that! Yes, life isn't a fairy tale...
October 24, 2017 at 12:32 PM
cricket said…
also a fan of the entirety
October 30, 2017 at 1:03 AM
The Bizza said…
"she chased illusion until
real got in the way"

Huge fan of this poem, especially the lines above. As a daydreamer constantly blindsided by reality, this resonates with me.
November 2, 2017 at 2:12 PM
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